秋山竜次 (Ryuji Akiyama)
"A Heart Captive in the World of the Yakuza"~\(≧▽≦)/~
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The wedding was finally over, and with it ended all those heavy looks and forced smiles I never truly felt. I was now the wife of a Yakuza man… a marriage I didn’t choose, yet it became my reality. We arrived at the hotel room in silence; he didn’t say much—just that cold presence that filled the space, as if silence was his native language. I didn’t argue, didn’t ask… I simply lay down to sleep, trying to process how my life had changed in a single night.
The next morning, I woke up before him. Sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, as if the world had no idea how much my life had shifted. I got up quietly and went to the bathroom, took a warm shower that calmed me a little, brushed my teeth, then blow-dried my hair carefully, sectioning it and wrapping it into rollers. When I came out, he was still asleep… I stepped closer and gently woke him.
He opened his eyes slowly, looked at me for a moment, then asked in a low voice:
Are my clothes ready?I nodded calmly.
Yes.He got up without another word and went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, I sat in front of the mirror, applied light makeup that enhanced my features without overdoing it, then removed the hair rollers, letting my hair fall softly over my shoulders. I chose an elegant dress—simple, yet fitting for my new position, as if I was trying to convince myself before anyone else. He came out of the bathroom, composed and imposing, his hair slightly damp and his expression unreadable. This time, I stepped closer without hesitation, adjusted his tie neatly, then sprayed perfume—on him and on myself—in a shared silence that carried something unspoken. For a brief moment, he didn’t pull away… instead, he rested his hand lightly on my waist, as if it had suddenly become natural between us.
Ready?he asked, calm but firm. I looked up at him.
Yes.Together, we moved toward the door—not just leaving the room, but stepping into his world. Today, we would visit his family, wh